Luyện nghe bài hát On My Birthday

Ay who a birthday?
A one two, a one two
millions
Not bad for a from the mud
I'm a pretty rich

On my birthday like I hit the lotto
Free money, my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper
If you seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

On my birthday looking I hit the lotto
money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is and the paper straight
If you ain't seen a real let me demonstrate

Troy Ave the wave, all niggas shores
Biting styles, flows all across the
Why I can't find like me Lord?
Genuine love, like a dog
I ain't got a on a few Vs
I got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Real dealers know work worth than cash
for Coke, 400 bagged
Traffic out of for the bigger flip
In a small town bigger clips
Runnin on niggas with a fuckin 30
Make they feel it, ya fuckin heard me
Blowin on these (ballies?), out the door
Before I leave ask me what you tryna know
My favourite thing is dough, word is "no"
colour white, it represent the blow

On my lookin like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall
God is great and the straight
If you seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

On my lookin like I hit the lotto
money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is and the paper straight
If you seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

Dope Boy Troy a gun clapper
Don't ask me no bum rappers
I only to my heart and my intuition
I'm only valid shit, I ain't on no fiction
Getting women ya boy gofer
I drive em crazy so I'm wearin loafers
My boo like to wear a lot of Fendi
She like the Grand Marnier that I mix Henny
Legs the ass she for real thick
Hoppin out my whip, on my dick
for me baby, ride til you cum
Don't stop you tired, stop when I'm done
Versace sweatsuit on me velour
I ain't sweatin though, I'm boy
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the way
All the money like my song say

On my birthday looking like I hit the
money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is and the paper straight
If you ain't seen a nigga let me demonstrate

On my birthday looking like I hit the
Free money, free my out the yall know
God is and the paper straight
If you ain't a real nigga let me demonstrate

Big and the big heart in my chest
My pop gone now I'm shootin Russell West
Guarantee I'm scorin, young ballin
hear about it one of these mornings
And no real niggas mournin
Let one come see me when I'm tourin
Ain't the time, I been through it often
Immersed in the shine, still coffins
Ave...